Quick Transmigration: Yandere Male Leads? Hand 'Em Over! - Chapter 85

Inside the CEO’s office, the moment Bo Qi’an saw that his wife had liked his post on WeChat Moments, a thrill of electric numbness raced down his scalp.

All that effort—taking a shower in the breakroom—hadn’t been in vain.

If Lu Jinyan was willing to throw shame out the window, what was the point of him holding back? If a woman wasn’t being tempted, it was only because she hadn’t met the right man yet. He needed to try harder.

As for his wife reconnecting with Lu Jinyan behind his back?

It was fine. She’d just made a mistake all women were prone to—lingering emotional attachment. If anything, that proved she was sentimental. And he liked that about her even more.

The one truly in the wrong was Lu Jinyan, that unscrupulous bastard who had come into his home to seduce his wife. It had nothing to do with her.

A few minutes later, Bo Qi’an received a WeChat message.

【AAA Wife: Are you busy? Nice photo, but next time don’t post things like that.】

Bo Qi’an’s breath caught in his throat. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white, and his lips were pressed into a bloodless line.

Wait—did that mean… his body wasn’t as attractive as Lu Jinyan’s?

He immediately switched over, deleted the towel-clad selfie (visible only to his wife), and replaced it with a generic lotus flower wallpaper. The move was so deliberate, it might as well have come with a sign: “Nothing to see here.”

【Bo Qi’an: Sorry, wrong post. Must’ve hit the wrong button. Hope it didn’t bother you.】

He sat there anxiously, waiting for her reply.

【AAA Wife: Next time, just send it to me directly.】

Bo Qi’an: “…?”

One second later:

“╰(°▽°)╯”

He cleared his throat, long-pressed the voice input button, and used just the right touch of low, husky seduction to say:
“If you want to see more, I don’t mind… We are husband and wife, after all.”

Then he quickly followed up with a message:

【Sorry, couldn’t type earlier. That voice message—did you happen to play it on speaker? Hope that kid Lu didn’t overhear.】

【AAA Wife: Don’t worry. He didn’t.】

Su Ci, though quirky in how she expressed love, still had basic manners. Intimate moments between a couple weren’t meant to be shared with outsiders. She valued privacy.

Just those four words—“Don’t worry. He didn’t.”—were enough to shatter Bo Qi’an’s fragile heart.

So that’s how it is…

In his wife’s eyes, he still wasn’t good enough. Lu Jinyan was her “white moonlight,” the one she still couldn’t let go of. She was even trying to protect Lu Jinyan from feeling jealous or hurt.

After two minutes of sulking, Bo Qi’an pulled himself together, stepped into the breakroom, and took several full-body shots in front of the floor-length mirror—each one radiating masculine tension.

Think positively. She was already attracted to him.

This time, though, he got smart. No more sending the original images. He edited them all into ephemeral “flash photos” instead—classic hunger marketing tactics. A businessman’s most shameless weapon.

Meanwhile, at the mall, Su Ci couldn’t help but feel a little baffled. They were legally married—so why did Bo Qi’an make it feel like they were sneaking around, having an affair? Did he think that made it more exciting?

From a certain perspective, she could understand his anxiety. All possessive male leads came with a few screws loose, and Bo Qi’an, the golden boy of the Bo family, was no exception.

He had a brilliant twin brother, a secret that wasn’t openly discussed in elite circles.

That boy, brighter than the sun, was named Bo Qiyou. Though born just a few minutes after Bo Qi’an, he was the one showered with endless affection by the entire Bo family.

Bo Qiyou was lively and passionate, curious about everything. Intelligent, charming, eager to learn—he was infinitely more likable than his cold and reserved older brother.

As the Bo family’s eldest grandson, Bo Qi’an had been a forgotten presence during childhood.

During holidays, red envelopes and gifts went to the younger brother first—only then did he get anything. Even birthday wishes: Bo Qiyou made his wish first; Bo Qi’an came second.

And heaven forbid his grades surpass Bo Qiyou’s—their mother would scold him for “stealing” first place.

Anything he liked could be snatched away the moment his brother said he wanted it. The adults only had one answer for him:

“You’re the older brother. You should let him have it.”

So many things were taken away from him that Bo Qi’an developed the habit of hiding what he liked. Every time he got something he treasured, he’d stash it away in a secret corner.

That constant, subtle unfairness built up like grains of sand, eventually becoming a boulder crushing his chest.

Even though he never wanted to compete with his brother, that suffocating pressure nearly drove him to a breakdown.

Then came the summer he turned thirteen.

Their mother had taken Bo Qiyou on a vacation to an island. Bo Qi’an was supposed to go too—but they forgot him at the dock.

Halfway through the cruise, no one had even noticed he was missing.

Unexpectedly, Bo Qiyou drowned during the trip. Bo Qi’an, who remained completely unharmed, suddenly became the scapegoat.

His mother, eyes red and swollen, interrogated him:

“Why weren’t you on that boat? Did you do something to hurt my Qiyou?”
“Why wasn’t it you who drowned? Why wasn’t your body the one torn apart by sharks, huh?! You little curse!”

His grandparents fell ill from grief, and after that, they completely rejected him—the cursed eldest grandson who had brought disaster.

Even after the mourning period passed, his mother still prayed daily to become pregnant again—hoping Qiyou would reincarnate into her womb.

But years passed, and no new child came.

Only then did they start to shift some of their care and attention to Bo Qi’an. His grandmother, especially, often mistook him for Bo Qiyou.

So it was no wonder Bo Qi’an had no sense of emotional security. And Su Ci could completely understand that.

Some wounds don’t heal overnight.

She sent him a selfie.

The background was a high-end men’s boutique. Father’s Day was approaching, and she and Su Tao were picking out some outfits for their dad—and maybe for Bo Qi’an, too.

Bo Qi’an admired her stunning face for a good few minutes. Then he zoomed in on the photo.

From the reflection in the shop window, he saw Lu Jinyan trying on clothes.

His gaze darkened instantly, storm clouds churning in his eyes.

Hah. Clothes make the man, huh? Lu Jinyan could put on all the suits in the world—he’d still never compare. Bo didn’t even need clothes to charm his wife.

Even as he comforted himself, his composure snapped again when he received a bank notification. He immediately checked the transaction details.

• • • • Men’s ties × 6

• • • • Leather shoes × 2

• • • • Cufflinks × 4

• • • • Watches × 4
        …

Su Ci had always had an eye for quality, and as a jewelry designer, she never picked cheap stuff. In just thirty minutes, she’d spent tens of millions.

Bo Qi’an had never cared about money.

But still—!

She bought that much. Did Lu Jinyan really look good enough to wear it all?

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then dialed her number.

His voice came low and restrained, layered with complicated emotions—but mostly, it was just nervous.

“Darling… is Lu Jinyan still with you?”

“He’s in the fitting room changing,” Su Ci replied calmly.

Housekeeper Wu’s clothes were too dated—no man would want to wear that on a mall date.

There was silence on the other end of the line.

How is that any different from saying, “He’s in the shower”?

Bo Qi’an gritted his teeth and thickened his skin.

“Darling, since you’re already at the men’s boutique… can you grab a few pairs of underwear for me, too? Size XL, waist-cinching kind.”